Davian

Voice & Text(je ne parle): Ivan1984
guitar(looking for a voice): Davy Hamburgers

making sense out of dis’ordre
making sense out of dat’ordre
feeling like a ghost tied
to a railway track
the screaming never stops
i am driven through
with a never ending rush
a never ending flow of sound
disguising the hush
a drone, a roar
who cares?
want more
make it deep
and keep it loud
just enough
to drown out that sound
on and on…
and on and on…
for the hush is never there…
i’m logical
there is no point
without a joint
to join the dots
from dots to whats
what a dot is…
what it’s not!
so what’s the proving point
of the dot that s’not what
if GOD existed
why do we have s’not?
and even less the joint
that is more or less the point
that a dot’s not what
it’s a dot that’s not
on and on…
why do I ask questions?
with answers a’non
why do I ask questions?
with I in the question?
with I in the question?
who wants an exclamation!
the point is either way
there always is a point
‘.’ just point, damn you!
Just point!
je ne parlez vous
parlez moi
part of me can never be
so many times i’m tired of rhymes
a rhythmic boukolosique
venting spleen
ideally bleed
bleeding clean
the endless point
a moving joint
and the point
the dualities
the joints at points of trinities
back to the ghost
for that’s the most
for that’s the best to hope for
standing on the moving poles
as the train runs through me
like eleque-trickery
imagining the imagery
imaging that i am me
when i
am never really there
though I cannot express it
there’s neither ghosts of chance
once the points are joints
which one is dis-ordre
which one is dat-ordre
je ne parle
for i cannot speak